When the girl with the blue eyes touched your arm, I knew from that day on that I no longer liked the color blue. Jealous coursed through my veins as I watched her trace her fingers up and down; blinking behind her blonde hair and dark lashes.
When the girl with the blue eyes followed you everywhere, I knew that blue was ruined by my hatred. Blue skies were no longer pretty, blue eyes were my least favorite no matter who possessed them, oceans had lost their beauty and peacocks lost their grace.
Her piercing blue eyes, a reminder of how icy her insides were. I don't think you minded that her touch was always cold, or the fact that she was always distant. Cause months later you had left me for the girl with the piercing blue eyes.
You had said before you left that blue was always your favorite color. That it reminded you of home next to the ocean. Now I look at the ocean and see her eyes; drowning me and swallowing me whole.
Blue,
Blue,
Blue.
Swallow me whole.
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PoesíaA collection of words, formed while finding myself and the heartbreak along the way. "I loved it, every freaking word. I love it." - Katelyn (09-03-17)
